Airport run done and done. Literally (in the true meaning of the word - actually literally) my very least favourite thing to do in the whole entire universe. It fills me with dread. My eyesight is poor even with my new super contacts. Primarily because people keep making me collect them in the middle of the night. And when it's raining. Interestingly satnav doesn't work for Gatwick. That seems utterly baffling to me. The one place it's critical. A labrinthine maze of twists and turns and people all tired and confused. And so you have to just get to the general area and then read the road signs like it's the 1800s. I hate it. I hate uncertainty. I hate last minute changes to plans. I hate being on my own in high stress situations. It is a neurodivergent nightmare. An actual nightmare. It's sort of baffling (once again) that people don't understand this. I don't think I could have explained it any clearer. Maybe they think I don't mean it? Or there's a general sense I'm just being a bit silly and should just get over it. Anyway it's done and I've had a burrito. The end.